Friday, May 24, 2019
Fog or rain, early Thursday morning. The streets are wet, trees are wet but there
are no puddles. This thick cloud must be
fog, not rain. After morning meditation there are puddles in the streets. Rain.
I have to stand on my tippy toes to see out my back window. The neighbors have three bird feeders in
their wild yard. Birds are flitting
around. A tinge of envy arises, I want
their feeders at my house. I want to have a better view of their bird
life. I could build a bigger window. I could do nothing.
I picked up Peter Heller’s new book THE RIVER. I loved his other book THE DOG STARS. I wanted this book to be as good. I was
disappointed.
At lunch with old friends we talked about the upcoming US
Open golf tournament. Tents are already
up. Hundreds of thousands of people
attending. We dread the traffic jams and
the crowds of people invasion.
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